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a girl,

this is a shout no one can hear

these are my scars no one kissed better

i bend my veins into patterns that make you feel at home

by february, all would be well

our mortality is all we have

god looks like mark hamill, he said

a final letter to you, my love, my dear

this is a poem about love and how we are all just casualties in someone else's war

come home

we are nothing like fragile things